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Vignettes
1.
Standing in the sand,
we argued with the seagulls
and railed at the wind.
2.
A loud cry at dusk—
strange that you’re so far away
with danger so near.
3.
a disturbing sound
not unlike the whir of wings
or the soughing wind
4.
I lift the fence wire,
avoiding the rusty barbs—
my path lies ahead.
5.
Talking to the dead
is like going to the beach
without a towel.
6.
We fill summer’s cup,
sucking sap from willow trees,
calling it our wine.
Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Nonsense to Celebrate Daylight Saving Time
Water spilling from a cup—
Will you help me wipe it up?
Grass is crying in the rain—
Watch out now, here comes a train!
Throw the broken plate away,
And then ask your friend to play.
Sing and sway, don’t rock the boat!
Just remember: Stones can’t float!
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
April
An artist’s rendition of a motorcycle on a wall in Ajo, Arizona
April is the cruellest month… (T.S. Eliot)
~~ 1 ~~
first week of April—
erasing from memory
my distant homeland
~~ 2 ~~
First week of April—
sorrow swallows my spirit,
keening shreds my tongue.
~~ 3 ~~
First week of April—
a cry stays stuck in my throat,
a cry of despair.
~~ 4 ~~
First week of April—
as the wrens and robins sing,
I claw at my eyes.
~~ 5 ~~
first week of April—
crawling back from despair’s brink
one song at a time
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Six Ways of Blackbird
A cactus wren made of wood, mounted on particle board used to cover a window, Ajo, Arizona
~~ 1 ~~
late winter morning—
blackbird surveys his domain
from a chimney top
~~ 2 ~~
In weakness and woe
a weary pilgrim wanders,
blackbird at her side.
~~ 3 ~~
Blackbird on the wing
hears the hapless harlot’s cry
as her night begins.
~~ 4 ~~
A blackbird ignores
the blasts and blights of fortune
as she builds her nest.
~~ 5 ~~
a trickle of blood
from the blackbird’s open beak—
early morning crash
~~ 6 ~~
a curse and a cry—
and the blackbird disappears
for another year
Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Summoned
Castoffs from the sea, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
riches from the sea
summoned by an eagle’s cry—
tongue of salt and fire
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Tanka-esque
Of this week’s dozen words I have used: chill, rattle, cry, plaster, drum, chill
~~ 1 ~~
wrapped in a straw mat—
three smooth stones from the river
ripe with autumn’s chill
an axe to split them open
for sucking out the marrow
~~ 2 ~~
Startled by the cry
of a ripening cherry,
the old man stumbles,
breaking his arm’s plaster cast
into a thousand pieces.
~~ 3 ~~
the rain is over
for seven years and a day
empty husks rattle—
little playthings of the wind
drumming up more misery
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Clearing
Late summer twilight, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
clearing the flyway
for every star in waiting
crow’s persistent cry
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Settling
Sundown at the ocean’s edge, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
flight of the eagle
stepping into the world of dreams—
a silent cry
settling on the succulents
the hunter’s breath at sundown
*Opening gambit © by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem
Final two lines and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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